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The fight against the color of my skin never stopped Neither did the prejudice,blame,seperation and hate And here I am suffering the yoke because my skin has more melanin and here i am trying to make amends burying the hatchet that is reddened by my blood because you dug it right into my back is my brown/olive skin such an abomination to you? so much that you want to ban me from your territory if history has taught us anything is that colour doesnt matter but i guess in your minds the reason why you commit crimes is because of me Am I that different that you persecute me You are the first developed but you are the most primitive How ******* ironic.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
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The fight against the color of my skin never stopped Neither did the prejudice,blame,seperation and hate And here I am suffering the yoke because my skin has more melanin and here i am trying to make amends burying the hatchet that is reddened by my blood because you dug it right into my back is my brown/olive skin such an abomination to you? so much that you want to ban me from your territory if history has taught us anything is that colour doesnt matter but i guess in your minds the reason why you commit crimes is because of me Am I that different that you persecute me You are the first developed but you are the most primitive How ******* ironic.
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Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:32 AM UTC
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